Today I woke up. Looked at my phone. Realised it wasn’t making the annoying alarm-noise.

And I thought, Oh Hey there 7.38am. I should have been getting a taxi ten minutes ago. I was ready and out of the door in five minutes, much to the surprise of Halima who thought I had left about an hour before or something. Thankfully I got a taxi fairly swiftly, and made it to class at exactly 7.59am.

I don’t know if you have realised by now that I do not handle missing classes very well. Last year I missed one lecture, at 9am on a Tuesday, for Islamic History. I was in every way gutted for the whole time.

Zaim has arrived, so I must wake up, and get on with my classes. Later guys.